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I'll Never Understand
Oh the vunerabilities of we mortals...
Influenced by the way the changeable wind blows...
Hurt to the core by the closing of my friends doors...
Oh so hurt-by the New York Rose;
From pictures in the Scrap Book of friends...
One day you're there-next your picture is gone...
Pushed to the back of your Friendship Album---
Wondering-always wondering- what went wrong;
Being challenged physically and emotionally daily...
To the victor so go the spoils?
The Worlds Palm Tree emerges quite bedraggled...
Grown in Brooklyns un-fertile soil? ;
Upper Eastside relevations...! ! !
Leaning near old Spanish town...! ! !
Harlems aspirations redefines my own reality...! ! !
I'm looking up to heaven but with tears of a clown;
We are each given the gift of faith and acceptance...
And our open ability to share our love...
In desperation when learning of being betrayed...
I plead and pray to my God up above;
For answers-so many answers...
As to their real reasons why...! ! !
Were our relationships just a masqurade of pretence-a means to an end?
For so easily-much too easily came the goodbyes;
June 14,2010
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Theodora Onken
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